This Would Only Happen to Bekah

I feel like in our post-podcasting life, you're starting to miss out on the classic tales of Shafferland (which, if we're honest, are usually classic Bekah-tales) so I'm going to do my best to begin keeping you up to date on those!

I have a couple for you today...and please do enjoy.

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As you know, I've recently started this new (temporary) job, and of course I have so much to learn. Every day is a new adventure in the learning department. I had a feeling I'd end up looking stupid in front of others more than I like, but one day really outdid itself.

Until this one particular day, the mail carrier always brought the mail to me in the office when he or she arrived at the church. One day, though, she put the stack of mail in the box rather than coming inside. The box is secured with a lock, so I found the key and went to retrieve the mail.

Couldn't get the key to turn in the lock.

I pushed in harder, pulled it out a bit, turned it over, and tried every trick I knew, but it didn't work. I returned to my desk, waited a few minutes, and tried again. Still no luck.

One of the other office ladies strolled through, so I admitted my dilemma to her, and she tried. No luck for her either, and I will confess that made me feel much better.

Swallowing what little pride I had within me that day, I sent a text to the maintenance guy (who happens to be Ryan's cousin and is familiar with my brand of crazy) to tell him the mail was stuck in the box. When he arrived to rescue it, someone had stopped in the office with a question, so I couldn't go with him to the box. I did watch him out of the corner of my eye though, and I promise that box just fell wide open in his presence. He smiled, winked, deposited the mail on my desk, and disappeared.

The next day, the same thing happened all over again. The carrier left the mail in the box, I couldn't get it to work, and the maintenance guy on duty stopped by the office on an unrelated matter. Even though this guy is NOT family and probably thinks I am just a disaster, I admitted I couldn't get into the box. He followed me to watch and see what I was doing wrong. I put in the key, turned...and nothing.

Right about then, I heard Ryan's cousin say, "Try turning the key over." I spun around so fast I almost lost my balance and said, "Where did YOU come from?" So there I stood, with two VERY amused guys biting their lips to hold back laughter. I turned the key over, and that box fell right open. They started laughing right out loud, and I wanted to crawl into the box and shut the door behind me.

I really really really did turn the key over the first time. I promise.

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A few days after the key incident, I took soup to work to eat for lunch. I put it in a nice travel soup mug we have, but I learned upon arriving at the office that the lid doesn't have the best seal. It hadn't spilled everywhere, but it had leaked onto everything else in the lunch box.

So the next day, when I packed soup again, I chose a different dish, and I made sure this one had a tight seal on the lid. I arrived at work with all soup INSIDE the bowl and felt I had conquered the situation. (Ahhhhh, pride...)

When lunchtime arrived, I put the dish in the microwave, and carefully placed the lid so that it would catch any splatters but also offset it from the dish enough that it wouldn't seal up while I was heating. (I've had that happen before.)

Well don't you just know, that lid somehow scooted over in the microwave and sealed tightly to the dish!

I tried to peel it off, but the dish was hot, so I couldn't get a firm grip on it, and the lid wouldn't budge. I tried to pry it open with a fork, but it still wouldn't budge. (I was also wearing almost all white, so I didn't want to push my luck.)

After about five minutes of wrestling, prying, and pushing, I gave up, put the dish in the fridge, and went to McDonald's. (A real shame, let me tell you. Just kidding.)

When I unpacked my lunch bag that evening, Ryan tried to get into the dish, and I would like the record to show it took him quite a while to break into it too. (And the dish was cold for him!)

Lesson learned: no more soup in that dish.

And now you know how I came to be shut out of my own lunch bowl.

And for now, this concludes embarrassing moments with Bekah. Thanks for reading!